Kalmin smiled at her and she smiled back. Annie nodded thoughtfully and sighed.
“We’ll all give you guys space to talk it out. If it gets heated, don’t hesitate to call,” she said calmly. “Though I’m assuming everyone is going to be sober so nothing too bad will happen?”
Mira laughed. “Yeah, it’ll be civil,” she mumbled. Her eyes landed on Deimos, lips pulled into a straight line. Kalmin knew she was worried about him. Everyone was. Deimos wasn’t joking about being good at fighting. In only a millisecond Gabriel was knocked down into the sand, Deimos ready to punch the s**t out of him.
Deimos was so many things. A soft boy that loved roses and pink and lace, as well as a rough jerk that ripped down highways in his old truck, wore leather jackets and got into fights. Kalmin saw the sca
